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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.