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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Raincoats to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.