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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
The Gories,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.