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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
X-101,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.