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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Sonics to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Sandy B,
June Days,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.