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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
MDC,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.