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 Iraq and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Stooges to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Motorama,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.