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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.