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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.