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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.