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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Mars,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.