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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.