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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 the Slits to the techno 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.