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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
UT,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.