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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.