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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.