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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The New Christs to the rock 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.