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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.