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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Franke,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.