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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Misunderstood to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.