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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.