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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Swans,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.