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 Cambodia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.