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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
the Association,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.