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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.