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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.