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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.