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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.