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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Little Man,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.