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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Nas,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.