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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.