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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.