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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Smog,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
JFA,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.