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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.