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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.