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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.