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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
UT,
New Order,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.