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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.