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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.