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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.