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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.