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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Monolake,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.