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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.