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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Swans,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.