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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.