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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.