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 Gambia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.