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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Slackers,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Niagra,
Swans,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.