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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.