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 Costa Rica 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.