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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Flipper,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.