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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
The Names,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.