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 Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.