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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.