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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.