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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.