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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.