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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 oboe 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.