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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.