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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All PIL 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
The Saints,
10cc,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.