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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.