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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.