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 Uzbekistan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Chrome,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.