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 Sudan 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.