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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.