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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.