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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.