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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.