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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.