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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.