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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.