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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Monks,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.