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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 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 Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.