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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
UT,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.