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 Brazil 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.