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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.