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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Duran Duran 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.