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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.