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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.