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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.