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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.