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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.