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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.