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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.