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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.