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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.