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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.