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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.