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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
DNA,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.