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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Motorama 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Smog,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.