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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.