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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.