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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.