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 Honduras and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.