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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.