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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
AZ,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.