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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.