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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.