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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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-101 to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.