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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.