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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.