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 Poland and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.