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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.