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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.