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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.