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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.