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 Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.