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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Index,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.