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 Bangladesh 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.