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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Wire to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.