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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 808 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.