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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Monks,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.