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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.