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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
UT,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.