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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Television,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.