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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.