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 Bangladesh 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 snare 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.