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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.