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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.