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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
The Names,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.