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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Wire,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Nico,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.