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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Q65,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Flipper,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.