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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.