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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.