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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.