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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.