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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.