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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.