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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.