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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.