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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
The Monks,
The Index,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.