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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
the Normal,
New Order,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
The Sound,
Index,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.