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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.