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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
X-101,
Flipper,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.