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 El Salvador 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.