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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.