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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.