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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.