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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.