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 Mexico 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.