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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.