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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
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.