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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Smog,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.