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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
UT,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Slave,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.