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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.