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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Franke,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.