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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
X-101,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.