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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Searchers to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.