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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.