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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.