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 China and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
The Saints,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.