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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.