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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.