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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.