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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.