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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.