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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.