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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Sixth Finger 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.