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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
JFA,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.