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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.