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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
the Association,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.