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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
ABC,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.