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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.