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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.