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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.