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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Soul II Soul 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.