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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.