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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.