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 Benin 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.