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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.