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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.