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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Nico,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.