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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.