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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 808 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.