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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.