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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.