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 Russia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.