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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Heaven 17 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.