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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.