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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.