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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.