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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.