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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.