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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.