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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.