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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.