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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.