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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! 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?
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.