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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Move,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.