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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.