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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.