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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.