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 Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.