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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.