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 Kazakhstan 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.