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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Index,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.