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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.