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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.