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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Visage,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.