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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.