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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.