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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Monks,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.