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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.