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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.