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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.