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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.