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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Q65,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.