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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Wire,
the Human League,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.