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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.