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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.