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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.