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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.