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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.