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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.