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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.