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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.