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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.