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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.