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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Amazonics 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.