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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 808 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.