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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.