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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.