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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.