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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Q and Not U 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Visage,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.