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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.