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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.