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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.