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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Television,
World's Most,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.