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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.