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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Cameo,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.