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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.