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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Gong,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.