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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.