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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Nas,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.