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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.