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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.