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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.