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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the grunge 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.