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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Can,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.