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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
ABC,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.