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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.