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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Audionom,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.