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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 The Slackers to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.