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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Unwound to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.