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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.