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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.