Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
UT,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.