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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.