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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.