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 Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 DNA to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.