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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Offenders to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Make Up,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.