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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.