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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.