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 Canada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.