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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.