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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Last Poets to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.