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 Benin 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Japan,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.