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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Paris and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.