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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.