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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.