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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.