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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Move to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.