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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.