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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.