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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.