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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.