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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.