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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.