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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.