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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Index,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.