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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Pole,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.