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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.