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 Kiribati 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.