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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.