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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.