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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.