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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.