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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.