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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 rhodes 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 Smiths to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Monks,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.