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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.