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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Seeds to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.