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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Slave,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.