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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.