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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.