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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Pole,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.