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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.