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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Television,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.