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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.