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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
MC5,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Monks,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.