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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.