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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cal Tjader 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.