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 Samoa 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
The Martian,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.