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 Maldives 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.