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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.