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 Austria and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.