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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.