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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Nas,
The Sound,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.