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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.