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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.