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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Symarip,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.