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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
X-102,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.