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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.