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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.