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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.