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 Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.