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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Kayak,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.