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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
PIL,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.