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 Panama 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Faust,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.