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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.