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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.