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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.