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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.