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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.