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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
AZ,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.