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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gong 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.