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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Smog to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.