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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Main Source,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.