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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Unwound,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.