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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.