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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.