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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.