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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.