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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.