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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
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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.