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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Smog,
Kas Product,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.