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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Can,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.