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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.