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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
JFA,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.