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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.