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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.