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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Index,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
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.