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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.