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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.