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 Nicaragua 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.