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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Skaos,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.