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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
cv313,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Deakin,
10cc,
the Germs,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.