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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.