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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.