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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.