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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.