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 Tonga 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.