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 Macedonia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.