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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
The Doors,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.