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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.