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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.