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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Names 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
The Names,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Crime,
Scion,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.