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 Rwanda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.