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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.