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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.