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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Television,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.