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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Television,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.