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 New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.