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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Fear,
The Associates,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.