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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Stetsasonic 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
The Busters,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.