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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.