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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Fear,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.