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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.