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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.