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 France and from Delhi.
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 Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.