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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.