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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.