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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.