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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Brick,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
The Slits,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.