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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.