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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Fear,
The Slits,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.