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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.