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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.