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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.