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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Brick,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.