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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
X-101,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Index,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.