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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.