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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.