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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
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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.