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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.