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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.