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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.