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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.