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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.