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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
the Slits,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.