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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.