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 United States and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pantytec to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.