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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
June Days,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.