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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.