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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.