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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.