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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.