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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Quantec,
Nico,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Faust,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.