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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.