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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Crime to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.