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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.