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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.