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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.