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 Bahamas 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.