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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.