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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.