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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.