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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.