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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.