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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.