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 Vanuatu 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
MDC,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.