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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.