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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.