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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zero Boys 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.