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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Can,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.