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 Liberia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.