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 Burundi 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Wings,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.