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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
The Names,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.