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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
The Move,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.