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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.