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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Gong,
Smog,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.