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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.