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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.