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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.