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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.