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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
The Index,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.