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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.