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 Norway 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.