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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.