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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.