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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.