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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.