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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.