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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.