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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.