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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.