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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
The Victims,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.