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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.