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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Urselle,
ABC,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.