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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.