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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.