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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.