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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.