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 Togo and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Visage,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.