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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.