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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Monks,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.