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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.