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 Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Japan,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.