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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.