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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.