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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.