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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.