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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.