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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Organ,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.