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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.