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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Index,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.