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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.