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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.