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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.