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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Smog,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.