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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.