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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.