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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Germs 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.