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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
ABC,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.