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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.