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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.