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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 Taipei and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.