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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.