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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Faust,
June Days,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.