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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.