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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.