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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.