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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.