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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.