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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.