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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.