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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.