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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.