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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Paris and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.