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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.