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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
The Names,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.