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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.