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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Gong,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.