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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.