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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the rap 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.