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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Fuzztones to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.