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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.