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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Can,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.