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 Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.