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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.