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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.