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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Skaos,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.