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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.