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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.