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 Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.