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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.