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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.