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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.