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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
JFA,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.