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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.