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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Remains,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Crime,
ABC,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.