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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Television,
The Moleskins,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.