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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.