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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 808 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 The Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.