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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the dance 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.