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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
The Names,
Echospace,
Wire,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.