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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.