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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.