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 Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.