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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.