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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
X-102,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.