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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.