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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.