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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.