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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.