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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.