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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.