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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.