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 Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
UT,
Excepter,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Lyres,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.