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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
the Normal,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.