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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.