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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.