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 Mali 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.